'"
"Did she say that?" asked Selwyn.
"She said,'We've the greatest chance in the world, Gerald, to make
something of each other. Is it a good risk?' And I said, 'It is the best
risk in the world if you love me.' And she said, 'I do, dearly; I'll
take my chance.' And that's how it stands, Philip. . . . She's at the
Craigs'--a suit-case and travelling-gown upstairs. Suddy Gray and Betty
Craig are standing for it, and"--with a flush--"there's a little church,
you know--"
"Around the corner. I know. Did you telephone?"
"Yes."
There was a pause; the older man dropped his hands into his pockets and
stepped quietly in front of Gerald; and for a full minute they looked
squarely at one another, unwinking.
"Well?" asked Gerald, almost tremulously. "Can't you say, 'Go ahead!'?"
"Don't ask me."
"No, I won't," said the boy simply. "A man doesn't ask about such
matters; he does them. . . . Tell Austin and Nina. . . . And give this
note to Eileen." He opened a portfolio and laid an envelope in Selwyn's
hands.
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